From diffused light filtering through the darkness, Elvis emerges. He appears restored and serene, as he extends his outstretched hand and clasps mine. In turn, I take hold of my own little boy’s hand, following Elvis’ lead.

A gleam in his eye, a smile gently playing about his lips, Elvis says, “Now I’m going to tell you all the mysteries, Larry, the truth behind everything we studied together.

He leads us into a majestic cathedral; its gothic arches sweep upward towards the vaulted ceiling towering above us. Far off in the distance I see others in small groups, standing, talking quietly, illuminated by shafts of light that pour through spectacular stained-glass windows. The beauty and awesome calm are palpable, beyond anything I could have imagined.

“I’m going to tell you the things that you want to know, the answers to all our questions. One thing though, Larry, you’re not supposed to remember what I have to tell you, and when you wake up, you won’t remember a word.”

The next moment my ringing phone intrudes jarring me back to the painful present. It was my sister.

I got off the phone as quickly as I could. For what seemed like an eternity I sat up in my bed, stunned and immobile, suspended between two worlds. What I had just experienced was so vivid and mysterious…yet it held more reality than any other dream I have had in my life.

It hadn’t been two months since Elvis died; it was just yesterday when, like Merlin, I was helping Elvis pull the sword from the stone. Memories churned incessantly, and  profound, confusing feelings swept over me like a torrential storm. I can’t possibly describe how alone I felt.